This is a song about "Your gross"

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Your our provider

I think it excited her

Gross and sick is it to see 'em

I don't care what it did to them

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

On behalf of the better half